Porch Swing Orchestra

Here is a spacious tune that unfolds from many gestures. This is our pomegranate just before dusk which has come back (again!) after our second freeze. 

An excerpt from D.H. Lawrence's poem, Pomegranate

For all that, the setting suns are open.
The end cracks open with the beginning:
Rosy, tender, glittering within the fissure.